Ashton:
You both stood in line in front of an ice cream truck. You hadn't noticed that he was standing right behind you, and you were of course a huge 5SOS fan. Turning around with two ice cream cones in hand, one for you and one for your sister, you tripped over flat surface, one of the ice creams landing on his shoe, but luckily you had a firm grip on the other, which you would have to give to your sister. He offered a hand to help you up and you took it. Once you realised who he was, you literally stopped breathing.
"Uhm, are you okay?" He asked, eyeing you carefully.
"You're so perfect." You squeaked without knowing what you were saying. He grinned broadly, noticing how embarrassed you were getting after realising what you had just said. "Uhm ...sorry about your shoe." You mumbled awkwardly.
"All is forgiven if you give me your number." He said.
"I think I just died." You murmured.
Calum:
You did a cover of their song Amnesia on YouTube, and Calum had been obsessing over you ever since he saw it. He recognised who you were at a meet and greet.
"Hi, I'm -"
"(Y/N)." Calum said, interrupting you.
"You know that I exist?" You gasped, trying to regulate your breathing. He chuckled.
"I saw your cover of Amnesia on YouTube. I love your voice." He smiled warmly at you.
"I love your face." You said absent mindedly.
"You're funny." He laughed. "We should hang out some time." He said before scribbling his number on a piece of paper and handing it to you.
Luke:
You met him at an All Time Low concert. You had managed to lose your best friend in the crowd somehow, but all of that was forgotten when they started performing Weightless, your favourite song.
"I love this song." You squealed.
"Me too." You heard a voice say, and you turned to look up at him. Forgetting that you had lost your best friend, the two of you started singing along to the song -more like screaming along to the song.
"Hey, aren't you Luke Hemmings from 5 Seconds Of Summer?" You asked after the song was over.
"Thats the one." He smiled.
"Dude, your band is amazing." You gushed.
"Really? Maybe you should come to one of our shows."
"I'd love that." You grinned up at him.
"And then maybe afterwards we could hang out?" He asked.
"I'd love that too."
Michael:
You met at a record store. There was only one Guns N Roses Apettite For Destruction vinyl left, and you both wanted it. The two of you argued in the middle of the store for almost an hour over who gets the vinyl.
"Get it somewhere else." You grumbled.
"No, I buy all my vinyls here."
"Well too bad. This one is mine."
"I'm the one wearing the Guns N Roses shirt."
"And?" You snapped.
"Uh, if you two aren't buying anything, could you please leave." The store manager said.
"No, I'm buying." He said, and you glared at him. The manager stalked off, leaving the two of you alone again. "Lets just share it." He sighed.
"Huh?"
"We'll alternate. I'll get it this week, you get it the next, and so on."
"Really?"
"Do you want it or not?"
"Well, I do."
"Great. We'll discuss it over dinner." He smirked.
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